Scenario: While the Bros are getting lunch at a Crows Nest or shopping for supplies, armed robbers suddenly burst in demanding all the money in the register.
My default answer was that this happens, but I can do better than that, anon! (No I can’t).
Another day, another roadside gas station for them to poke around in.
Noctis and Prompto have a little hand basket filled with snacks and are arguing over which brand of energy drink to grab for Noctis to turn into potions at the back wall of refrigerators.
Gladio’s crouched on the floor talking to Ignis as they consider the value of buying a 5 gallon gas canister just in case–they have some concerns over this one’s construction.
When the bell over the door chimes, these city boys don’t even react.
They do perk up at the demands for cigarettes and Gil, screamed by a man with pantyhose over his head and what had to be an illegally obtained Nif rifle in his hand. Two other men stand beside him, holding baseball bats.
The first thing that makes the robbers look at the Chocobros? Gladio stands up.
He rolls his shoulders and glares at the group, teeth grinding as he prepares to snarl at them.
All three of the potential thieves freeze for a moment before the leader points his rifle in Gladio’s direction.
“Please keep the property destruction to a minimum,” Ignis sighs.
It’s only a distraction of about 7 seconds, but it’s all they needed.
Prompto’s gun has already materialized in his hand, and he shoots a Starshell at the ceiling.
The blinding light isn’t anything Noct and the others haven’t fought in before.
As soon as the shot goes off, Noctis summons a wooden training sword and hurls it towards the leader, blue sparks barely visible in the residual flash from Prompto’s attack.
The sword clocks the man in the head and he goes down unconscious, and Noctis re-materializes as he snags the handle, whirling to knock out another thief.
The third man? He tries to run.
Oh, but would you look at that, Ignis’ hand slipped and I am so terribly sorry, sir, is that your coat pinned to the wall with a very long dagger?
Gladio’s snagged some rope from the aisle (kept inbetween the gas cans and the carabiners) and calmly begins to tie the men up, conscious thief first. “Hey, do you mind calling the authorities?” he asks the shaking girl behind the counter.
Noctis turns to Prompto and waves, and the blonde picks up their basket, tosses some energy drinks in, and scampers over to the counter.
While Noctis pays and Ignis apologizes to the clerk for the trouble, Prompto snaps a few photos of the scene just in case the local authorities (might be police, might be Hunters–town like that, hard to guess) botched their sweep of the crime scene.
The clerk, in a daze, rings them up and the four men go to leave the store. Gladio hangs back.
“Hey, by the way…a displaced member of the Kingsglaive did this. We were never here.”
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